On Wednesday July 29th I went to go see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Electric Factory in Philadelphia. The band gave an excellent performance. The set list was expertly balanced. The extensive range of songs at the YYY's command, old and new, fast and slow, hard and soft were woven with care. Karen O is a rock star like no other who delights in her own performance. Don't misinterpret me. This isn't to say she's full of herself. She emits a joy and exuberance that communicates she's having as much fun performing as the crowd is having just being there. Sounds like I had a hell of a time, right? Wrong.

I swore to myself (and to my boyfriend) that I wouldn't get sucked into the vortex that is the Grammys Sunday night but, as usual, I did.  For some reason, I thought tuning in for the red carpet event pre-show would be enough to make me opt for the blackhole of Tylenol PM-assisted sleep, but the knowledge that Sir Paul was performing, plus